Public Servant

I spend a lot of time downtown at the bus terminal in the winter. It reminds me of spending my nights on the street as a teenager, avoiding going home because I couldn't breathe inside in the dark. The bus terminal is always bright and busy. Even in the constant relentless grey of November the lights shine out the doors and I can hear all the people inside. I opened the door and walked in, sitting down on one of the benches. Across from me were two men, mid 40s. One had watched me walk in. I pulled out my book. Before I could even put an earbud in my light was blocked out. I looked up. A pair of stern eyes looked down at me. “I know you're not taking the bus anywhere, what are you doing here?” I didn't answer, I was fixated on his belt. The holster was woven leather, the handle stuck out, black and shiny. The glint of the s&w cuffs. I looked up, stopping at the badge - Officer Hall. “I asked you a question, are you high?” “I-I’m waiting for someone” I stuttered. He shook his capped head. “No, you're not. You come here and you read then you leave, but never with someone." I gulped, barely choking down a whimper of fear. “ Come with me.” I stood up and followed him through the station, to a door that read employees only. I followed him through. It lead outside to a lot, one lone car sat in the middle. Blue and Red. I couldn't breathe as I followed him to the car. The sunlight of the day was waning. A familiar grey fell in the parking lot and I felt the sick vacuum of emptiness grow in my stomach. He ordered me to face the car. I did. He cuffed me and patted me down. I didn't know what I did but I didn't dare say a word. I felt him behind me. I could feel him breathing on my neck. I shuddered. Suddenly, my head hit the trunk with a hard thud. I was bent over. He kicked my legs apart and slid his club up my leg, pressing it hard into my pussy. “I know why you're here, I know.” I whimpered as he lifted my skirt and pulled my tights down to my knees. He pulled away and I felt a sense of relief, which was shattered by the pain of the rough club entering my ass. I screamed, but was muffled quickly by my own underwear. With every thrust my stomach hit the trunk, ripping my flesh against the license plate of the cruiser. Tears were falling uncontrollably as he thrust the club into my asshole. I tried to push back but I heard a click, followed by an uh uh. I felt it against my back, pushing me back down onto the car. “You need to shut the fuck up and take it, or I'll not hesitate." He pulled the club out and threw me to the ground. I landed on my face. It was a hard thud and I felt a warmth around me as the blood poured from my mouth and nose through the panties, I spit them out. He rolled me onto my back, my arms bent behind me, standing over top of me, he lifted his foot above my chest, resting his boot on my sternum. My mouth was filling with blood again. He grabbed the panties off the ground and stuffed them back in my mouth until I started coughing. The club hitting my stomach, hitting my legs, hitting my face. The grey faded in and out with my conciseness, the club wasn't enough. He started beating me with his fist, each clip bringing me closer to the end.
When he was done he pulled me up by my ponytail. A thick blob of red drool hung from my purple lips. He pushed the barrel into my mouth, pulling back the hammer ever so slowly. Tears were pouring down my face as I looked up at him with immense fear. “Our little secret right? Don't come back to my block or you won't crawl away next time”. He released his grip on my hair, letting me fall to the pavement again in a heap. The cuffs came off. I waited for him to leave, waited to breathe, holding onto my fading consciousness. He said something unintelligible into his radio and got into his cruiser, pulling away. I rolled onto my back, looking up at the dark sky. Rain began to fall, washing it all away